Broadway: The Girl

Barbra Streisand crosses the stage, stopping in the center to gaze out
over the audience, her look preoccupied. She gives a shrug and goes
off.

This wordless vignette is her first entrance and exit in Broadway's new
musical, Funny Girl. In the moment's pause before she disappears as
quickly as she came, she leaves an image in the eyeof a carelessly
stacked girl with a long nose and bones awry, wearing a lumpy brown
leopard-trimmed coat and looking like the star of nothing. But there is
something in her clear, elliptical gaze that is beyond resistance. It
invites too much sympathy to be as aggressive as it seems. People
watching it can almost hear the last few ticks before Barbra Streisand
explodes.

For the 21 hours that follow, she is all but the whole show. Funny Girl
is a biographical evening about the late Fanny Brice, and ostensibly
Barbra Streisand is re-creating her rise to fame and her ill-starred
marriage to Nicky Arnstein, the gambler-sport. But Streisand
establishes more than a wellrecollected Fanny Brice. She establishes
Barbra Streisand. When she is on stage, singing, mugging, dancing,
loving, shouting, wiggling, grinding, wheedling, she turns the air
around her into a cloud of tired ions. Her voice has all the colors,
bright and subtle, that a musical play could ask for, and gradations of
power too. It pushes the walls out, and it pulls them in. She is
onstage for 111 of Funny Girl's 132 minutes.

The Greatest. Her impact was instant and stunning. Barbra's only
previous acting experience on Broadway was a 20-minute role as a
marriage-proof secretary in I Can Get It for You Wholesale, though her
plaintive song called Miss Marmelstein was the only bargain in an
evening that was otherwise strictly retail. Many people still say
Who when they hear her name, but she is not from nowhere. She is only
21, but she has made an occasional $7,000 a week singing at places like
Las Vegas' Riviera and $3,000 at Manhattan's Basin Street East. Her
three albums have made her at present the world's best-selling female
recording star on LP. But it is one thing to rival all the Patti Pages
in pressed plastic and quite another to take over Broadway.

There is a convention in musical theater called The Girl's First
Songthat first number in which the heroine states who she is, what
she wants, and hints at the perils that might befall her, such as A
Cockeyed Optimist from South Pacific and Wouldn't It Be Loverly from My
Fair Lady. In Funny Girl, Barbra Streisand is to some degree playing
herself as well as Fanny Brice, and it is something more than a
statement in a show when she stands under the marquee of a theater and
declares in her first song:

I'm the greatest star,

I am by far,

But no one knows it.

From that moment, no one has a chance not to know it. "I'm a great big
clump of talent," she sings with conviction. "I've got 36
expressionssweet as pie to tough as leatherand that's six
expressions more than all the Barrymores put together. I'm the
greatest staran American Beauty rose, with an American beauty nose."